Epilogue
Oakley
I grinned when a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind.
I knew Sabastian – Daddy – was home, but I hadn’t moved away from the huge window, overlooking the backyard.
Over the past year, the yard had seen four different seasons, as had I. For seasons I didn’t think I’d be here to see.
It was summer again, which meant the sun was warm, the flowers were blooming, and the trees that lined the river were in full order.
I loved it here.
Not just because of what I could see, but also because of the man who held me.
If it hadn’t been for Sabastian, I would have died. I wouldn’t be able to see my nineteenth birthday. And I wouldn’t be trying to get my GED, then heading to try some college classes.
I could do anything I wanted, and Daddy stood right by my side the entire time, every step of the way.
It took a lot of work to figure out who I was, and that was still something I had to figure out day to day.
Some days, I wore dresses, others I wore Daddy’s clothes. Sometimes, all I wore were padded undies that I found in a drawer in the spare bedroom. I liked how they fit around me, protecting my little bits and making me fall easily into the Little mindset.
It didn’t take much to make me go little on any day, and that wasn’t going to change.
Any time Daddy touched me, my mind wanted to go to that state of mind where nothing bothered me. Where I knew I was safe and protected from the outside world.
I no longer feared the monsters that wanted to come torment me. I knew they weren’t real, now.
Going to therapy twice a month helped sort out what was real and what was abuse dished out by Donny.
That had been Daddy’s rule to start going. He feared he wasn’t enough to get me on a good enough path to overcome all the trauma that happened.
I hated to admit that he was right.
Just, I wasn’t going to drive anytime soon. Just the idea gave me anxiety so bad that I couldn’t breathe or think for hours.
But I had Daddy. He’d take me wherever I needed to go. He made sure he was always there, even the times he came home a bit dirty and bloody.
I still didn’t know exactly what he did for work, and I was pretty sure I never wanted to find out.
The less I knew, the better.
“I like this on you.” Daddy’s hands slid down my sides.
This thing had been in my dresser drawer for a while now, and I knew that there was a certain person who had put it in there, too.
The silky nightgown was smooth against my skin. It was even better when I had just shaved and scrubbed my entire body to the smoothness that I liked.
Yeah, Daddy liked me being his soft, sweet boy, but I enjoyed it too. Not just because a man from the past engraved it into my brain to be a certain way.
I had my own thoughts, my own needs and wants. And every day, I was learning to speak them.
I’d still blush like crazy when asking for certain things, or dressing a certain way, but I came to the conclusion that that was just me.
I couldn’t change parts of me, and I didn’t want to.
I just wanted to be Daddy’s little one. The boy he spoiled, the boy that could be good, and one that could tease back without punishment.
Daddy didn’t really punish me. Sure, I’d stand in the corner or write lines for going a bit too far in teasing or mouthing off, but that was far in between. He’d never once left a mark on me, unless it was during sexy times.
Then, I’d get to have his nice handprints along my hips as he held me, ramming himself into me from behind. He’d feel awful afterward, but I loved it. I loved his prints on me because he did it out of love and need. Not to just see me cry and hide away in pain.
“Hi, Daddy.”
I turned, letting his arms rest along my hips while I stood on my toes, pressing my lips softly against his lips before pulling back.
I loved being the sweet boy. But it was a whole other thing to be his pretty boy.
I loved his eyes on me. I loved everything about this man and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
Well, he and Dixie, of course.
My dog was currently running around outside, chasing birds. She’d find her way in since Daddy put in a doggy door for her to use. It made it a lot easier for me. Although, I still sat outside with her a lot when he wasn’t home.
“I thought we were going to go out to eat dinner.”
“I decided I’m horny,” I smiled, swaying my hips a bit. “The book I read today talked about the little playing with his toys while his daddy came in and made him hump a big huge teddy bear.”
“Oh? I don’t think we have any big stuffed animals, little ones.”
“A pillow works.” I lifted my chin as heat began to boil under the surface.
I didn’t have to glance down to see that Daddy was hard. It was his fault that he wanted to know what I read.
“I suppose. But first, Daddy needs to get changed.”
No, he didn’t.
Without a beat, I fell to my knees, mouthing at his hardness through his clothes. We had all afternoon, and I plan to take my time in many different ways and rooms of the house. If we didn’t get to the pillow humping, then that’d be okay.
Because I was needy and I just wanted Daddy in whatever way I could have him. He was mine as much as I was his and that was never, ever going to change.
THE END